I have never ached more,
for someone to call me good.
To look at me.
to press kisses to my face,
to rub circles on my skin.
to see me as a flower or the stars.

I miss her, and
it's uncomfortable.
I'm not used to
feelings.
In the past, I would
drink when I
felt uncomfortable,
or felt anything, for
that matter.
Now, I identify
the feelings, like
a strange new
species of animal:
"Oh yes, that's sadness.
It's indigenous to
the western plains of
the heart."
Feeling emotions is
strange and scary,
but it beats the
alternative;
feeling nothing,
and dying alone.

I just want to cry in the rain
I'd like to scream out loud to drown the pain

it hurts me a little
to accept the feelings
of missing you

last summer
I wanted to die everyday

I'm so happy
I don't feel that way anymore

my sadness is everlasting
I love the way it settles into my heart

happiness is beautiful
I've seen myself smile once

love to me
is unknown

looking for teardrop
I can't find it

I know a secret
I can tell

every moment is forever
there is no time to escape
we are born now
and we die here

Love can make us losers
Invested in love’s game
It can hurt to be human
But..
I love you just the same!

Rain falls from
our cheeks,
Pages of memories
are burnt
inside fate's tower.
Life is a Hydra.